Afterward, spiritual power surged into his palm, then onto the talisman brush in his hand, and finally to the tip of the brush.
Under the flow of spiritual power, the brush shaft emitted a faint red glow.
And the tip of the brush radiated a purple luster.
Immediately, Lu Changsheng, with a serious face and in total concentration, began to draw a Second Rank Talisman.
The drawing process was very slow.
The lines of the talisman appeared smooth and flowing, but each step seemed somewhat strenuous.
It made sweat beads appear on Lu Changsheng's forehead.
Time passed, bit by bit.
Finally, Lu Changsheng completed the last stroke of the talisman line.
In an instant, all the lines of the talisman paper connected end to end, with purple currents surging through them, and flames spread from the edges of the paper, exuding a terrifying spiritual pressure.
However, after a moment, the spiritual pressure dispersed, and the talisman lines solidified.